i couldn`t tell the difference between day and night, spring and summer, hot and cold. the cards were laid and the lines of fate were erased. i wanted my fair share of the action while in my best years. at that stage i didn't know how fast my youth would be gone and suddenly i`m getting ready for my own funeral why must one solve problems with knife? don't repeat the mistakes of others. don't trust the smiles beside you. don`t try to understand how the others got ripped off don`t try to find out what it is like to fire a gun it all begins so harmless and demure. everybody is happy as if there is nothing to share. but sooner or later the bottles of "stolichnaja." are drained. and the people suddenly become enemies. is it worthwhile to storm a tank without any cover for yourself? what use is a dead hero for whom the people are grateful? the ringleaders never get sent to prison. anyway, you are not going to succeed in feeding all beneficiaries of war.